Last night I had to set aside a book without finishing it.  This is a difficult action for my Virgo brain to handle.  Also, and maybe even more difficult, is for my Highly Sensitive soul to read about sadness.  I was initiating a compromise alone, with just me.

             The good part though, is that *A* had recently recommended an authour who she thought I’d enjoy.  My library didn’t have the exact title, but a different one, which was conveniently in my tote bag, so when I put the discarded item there, I found the other.  Turns out, that’s the precise volume I needed to be reading.

On the cover?   DOLPHIES!

              I haven’t fully investigated her website yet, but it appears to be an excellent resource.  What I got from all of this process (and about the first one third of that book) will be the basis for our message today.

Relieving Suffering = Accepting Freedom

             It’s the words; we need to clarify our definitions.  Because “suffering” is not what our brain first jumps to.  And the concept of “acceptance” in the zen training is not at all about giving up or admitting defeat.

            In reality, we are letting go of what hasn’t worked all along and we’re now comprehending that this is where we are.  This is who and what we need to take credit for and acknowledge.  No negative connotations, no struggle.  Simple acceptance, leading directly to freedom.

            Putting up a fight only makes us hot and angry.  Allowing the freedom of mindfulness to be at the front of our conscious now gives us, instead, a peaceful joy that ripples out.  Spiraling up and spreading to everyone else.

             I’m in the middle of learning how to do this.  The journey is not smooth.  But, every once in a while, through the trees and clutter of life, there are glimpses of a beautiful and serene view.  I also, more often than not, see Hope from here.

3 thoughts on “The Enlightenment Process

  1. “The journey is not smooth”… Ain’t that the truth? I scoped out her website; looks pretty interesting. I will be interested in updates from the journey.

    At dinner tonight Sgt Petunia observed that this new zen-acceptance practice is similar to the Mom-is-disappointed-and-given-up attitude of previous years, but without a garage smoke break. Gawd I love my kids.

    10:43 p.m.

      1. As the kids were all growing up, Han and Em and Mad made fun of me when they found out that as a baby, I had called J.D. my Precious Petunia. His cousin continues to refer, lovingly, to him that way. (She will call out “Petuuuuuuunia!” across an entire city street. And has.)

        And when he was promoted, I just thought it seemed to be the best thing to call him. (You know how much trouble I have with authority and all it represents.)

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